The Power of One ...

...Log

Do you have any idea of the Power of One ... of one log? You read right LOG not BLOG!

I put one log in the furnace early this evening and declared that would be it until tomorrow. Even given the fact that there was still a burning log already in there, I am surprised to still find, many hours later, the house temperature up to a toasty 70°F or about 21°C. It's 11:30 pm, pushing five hours later, and the heat continues to blow.

I know these temperatures do not register as heat-wave material to the common reader, but I have been living with a woman of a certain age for too long now. In short: she's acclimatized me for cold. I could probably be toasty barefoot in the Arctic in January — a cold January — at this point. So, I'm just a trifle warm right now, thank you very much.

Truthfully, I believe there's a male menopause too. We even have a name — andropause — so it must be real. There are nights when the ambient-household-air (say 60°F/15°C) is too cold for flimsy pyjamas to cope with adequately, but any sort of extra covering flips my inner thermostat onto boiler mode. I toss and turn: kick the covers and freeze; pull the covers up and swelter.

Not every night is like that, but too many are. Drives one to the brink of insanity. Sends one to the keyboard to write silly blogs that will be regretted by morning light.

Oops. Kind of lost track there, but here it is:

Isn't it amazing what one little log can accomplish? What comfort it can bring. Let's hope we can all find some log power and generate warmth to our fellow humans tomorrow ... okay today for most of you.